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I call my folks when I'm down, but talking with them often just makes me sadder.

You can't really talk about anything on five dollar phone cards, and when we finally run out of time, I've always only barely brought up the stuff I need to talk about, that I called for in the first place.

I just make me feel more alone.

It kind of bugs me that, as a transguy (pre-everything, as I've mentioned. I'm mentioning again for context, in case it matters) that I can't joke about things from girlworld wihtout either a) freaking someone out or b) compromising my masculine identity, at least in the eyes of others, or a combination of the two ( Read more... )

Stop panicking. People are right: take a deep breath and switch to decaf. God.

And also when my Mom calls ( Read more... )

( I cut because I care )

There's a lot wrong with this picture, but I drew it with new markers ( Read more... )

My younger brother's friends consistantly think that he's my big brother. He's turned it into a party game. "GUESS, IS THIS MY ADEK OR MY KAKAK? I WILL GIVE YOU A QUARTER ( Read more... )